Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Yaz,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.